Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Sonnet XXXVIII: The Morrow's Message

Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Sonnet XXXVIII: The Morrow's Message

“Thou Ghost,” I said, “and is thy name To-day?— br Yesterday's son, with such an abject brow!— br And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?” br While yet I spoke, the silence answered: “Yea, br Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey, br And each beforehand makes such poor avow br As of old leaves beneath the budding bough br Or night-drift that the sundawn shreds away.” br Then cried I: “Mother of many malisons, br O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!” br But therewithal the tremulous silence said: br “Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:— br Yea, twice,—whereby thy life is still the sun's; br And thrice,—whereby the shadow of death is dead.


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